Page 7 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

I needed him to talk in complete, detailed sentences. “One thing at a time?” I suggested. I looked around for Kerry but didn’t see her anywhere.

“Name is Zig, darlin’.”

I glanced at Zig. “Odd.”

He tipped his head to the side. “Rude,” he replied.

My cheeks heated with embarrassment. I normally wasn’t a rude person. I knew when to keep my mouth shut and keep my thoughts in my head. Apparently, sleeping in a hard patio chair at a motorcycle club knocked all common courtesy out of me. “I’m sorry. I think what I meant to say was that is a unique name.”

Zig chuckled and sat back in his chair. “Less rude, darlin’.”

“Uh, well, if you could just point me in the direction of Kerry, I’ll get my rude butt out of here.”

Zig pulled a cigarette out and stuck it in the corner of his mouth. “I probably know where she is, but I don’t think you want to go there unless you’re really cool about a lot of kinky shit.” His eyes looked me up and down. “Which I doubt.”

I furrowed my brow. “Just tell me where she is.”

Zig pulled out a lighter and lit his cigarette. “With Brain. Kind of surprised they aren’t back yet, though.”

“She left?”

Zig shrugged. “Kind of.”

“Kind of? Either she left, or she didn’t.” It was a black or white type of question.

“She’s still here, but she’s in Brain’s room.”

Ugh, of course. “How long has she been,” I cleared my throat, “with Brain?”

Zig shrugged. “I think it’s been about an hour.”

“An hour,” I gasped. I jumped up and pulled my phone out. “I need to get home.” I had told Kerry I couldn’t be here all night because I needed to work early, and then she just left me sleeping in a chair. I was going to have some very strong words with her when I got my hands on her.

“Who are you calling?” Zig asked.

“I am calling Kerry. She better get her butt out here right now. She drove.” Never freaking again. Hell would freeze over before Kerry ever talked me into doing anything with her.

“Darlin’,” Zig called.

I ignored him and swiped Kerry’s name on my phone. I didn’t care what she was up to; she would get her butt out here. I felt like a mom who had found her daughter had snuck off to a party, but I didn’t care. The phone rang once in my ear.

“Darlin’,” Zig called again. He waved a ringing phone at me.

I waved him off as the phone kept ringing in my ear. “You can take your call,” I dismissed him. “I’m getting Kerry out here.”

Zig tipped his head to the side but didn’t answer the ringing phone.

The phone rang four more times before it switched to Kerry’s voicemail.

I jabbed the end call button and growled.

“Darlin’.”

The phone in Zig’s hand had stopped ringing, but he still held it out to me.

“I have my own phone I can call her with,” I pointed out.

Zig shook his head and smirked. “I know, darlin’. Why don’t you try calling her again? Maybe someone will answer this time.”

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